My left hand
Worn and wrinkled
Swollen Blue Veins like
The Louisiana Delta
Fueling its strength
Has been burn
Broken
Held thousands of dollars
And been penny-less
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My Left Hand: Blue Veins Swollen Like the Louisiana Delta
The Illusion of Ferocity…by Robert M. Katzman
The Illusion of Ferocity by Robert M. Katzman © August 25, 2019
Opening the heavy public door
Of the small town’s antique shop
Windows so thick with dust
The Sun must hunt for scratches
To slide a beam through
(Read on …)Pain Pill…I Tried to be Nice…by Robert M. Katzman
by Robert M. Katzman © 2004
While I was visiting my sister, Bonnie, in 1981 in a hospital where she was recovering from thyroid gland cancer surgery, I happened to pass her endocrinologist in the hall. We had met before in her room, and he recognized me and greeted me in the distinctively charming way doctors do when they stumble across some one who has some slight imperfection in their appearance. He said to me:
“Why don’t you fix your face?”
(Read on …)Three Bad Choices: Max, My Dog, is Gone!…by Robert M. Katzman
Three Bad Choices: Max, My Dog, Is Gone
by Robert M. Katzman © August 5, 2019
This story is part of a larger one, currently being written, and titled: Seeking a Second Sunrise.
This chapter was unplanned, unintended and unwanted. Aside from the introduction, you will soon see why I feel this way, and exactly what happened. There are no heroes in my story. If there were, it wouldn’t be me.
My father, Israel, used to quote his father, Jacob, in Yiddish saying:
“Man plans and God laughs”.
Which is exactly what happened.
(Read on …)